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Alainas 30 Letters. 30 Days, 30 Letters Project. Day 2 To my love. January 8, 2015. I think its obvious why you were picked for this letter, love. The last time I wrote to you for the 30 days, 30 letters challenge, we had only been dating just over a year. Its insane to think that, by next Friday, it will be 6 years weve been dating. Im always wondering, Are we actually doing something. By still being together and in love? Who will I be with for the rest of my life? Will anyone ever love me? 8221; .PARSED CONTENT
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Those impossibly black rimmed eyes of yours that I woke up to in the mornings where you hold me hostage inside your arms. Those arms where, despite of how claustrophobic hugs make me feel, I spent most of my nights tangling with and resting my head on while you slept peacefully as I looked up at you and stole goodnight kisses.